15 Here is God’s message to Moab: In one night your cities of Ar and Kir will be destroyed. 2 Your people in Dibon go mourning to their temples to weep for the fate of Nebo and Medeba; they shave their heads in sorrow and cut off their beards. 3 They wear sackcloth through the streets, and from every home comes the sound of weeping. 4 The cries from the cities of Heshbon and Elealeh are heard far away, even in Jahaz. The bravest warriors of Moab cry in utter terror.
5 My heart weeps for Moab! His people flee to Zoar and Eglath. Weeping, they climb the upward road to Luhith, and their crying will be heard all along the road to Horonaim. 6 Even Nimrim River is desolate! The grassy banks are dried up and the tender plants are gone. 7 The desperate refugees take only the possessions they can carry and flee across the Brook of Willows. 8 The whole land of Moab is a land of weeping from one end to the other. 9 The stream near Dibon will run red with blood, but I am not through with Dibon yet! Lions will hunt down the survivors, both those who escape and those who remain.